Straight Female / 33
I met my neighbors at my apartment complex and the wife invited me over for lunch on Sunday. She had set the table with her wedding dishes and prepared a lasagna and a salad. I had brought over a bottle of wine. We ate lunch and talked about ourselves, where we went to college, and where they had met. After lunch when we were cleaning up and he was on the couch with the TV on she whispered to me that he wanted to 'do' me. Yeah, he wanted to 'do' me. Just 'tear' me up. Not knowing what else to say I asked her if she was OK with that and she was sure, they liked a new girl now and again, sort of to spice things up. Then she kissed me and told me she wanted to 'do' me too.
Well, as expected I said no thank you and left. After that our relationship was cool and distant, they had their parties and I went to work. I was walking back to my apartment with my laundry and I ran into her husband who walked with me and when we got to my door he said 'how about a fuck?'. I said no, pretty emphatically but he said yes just as emphatically and said that he wasn't happy with me because I had turned them down and his wife was at her sister's and he needed a good fuck so how about it.
Well no was no and he went away and I went inside and sat and cooled off. That night I heard him and his wife really going at it, she kept screaming things, he kept telling her to shut up and take it, I thought he was killing her. I hit the wall as hard as I could with my hand but the knocking around and loud talk didn't stop, and he kept saying you like don't you, shut up and take it.
The next day the wife came over and apologized but he had been without and he had gotten a little carried away and they would tone it down, but for me because as far as she was concerned she needed it and he had really dished it out the night before. And just as easy as she was talking to me about how he had dished it out to her she said how about it, you look like you could use a good fuck and anyway, we could be friends too and she leaned in and kissed me again. I backed up into my apartment and she followed and closed the door and told me that she really, really needed a girl to share her time with, having to take it all by herself like the night before, just think of what it would be like to be together all naked and sweaty and him trying to get in one way or the other. It is about the girls, it is always about the girls, so how about it?
They weren't really swingers, they were into wild things, and having a third wheel in between. I got involved because I lost the ability to say no and I got it both ways. For over a year we had this wild sex thing going on the weekends, probably two thirds with her and one third with him. He just wore out and would go watch TV and leave us to do what we wanted to do. Over that year I got it over the kitchen table and on the living room floor, I slept with her and I slept with him, and I slept with both of them. I swallowed and learned how to take anal sex, I learned how to kiss her and how to go down on her, I learned how to let her do all kind of things, from oils and feathers, to chocolate syrup and strawberries and whipped cream. I got my nipples pierced but I didn't get my clit pierced, I sat around naked and fixed breakfast naked, I sucked dick at the table, I fucked in the shower. But a year is a long time and after doing it all it got boring, nothing new, just the same old thing and after I moved apartments we stopped seeing each other.
My life since then became humdrum and I met a man and got married and one day I got the strawberries and whipped cream out and after shaving and preparing him some strawberry shortcake to munch on he called me a freak and what was I doing? What the hell is wrong with you!. I put the strawberries and whipped cream away, cleaned myself up and went to bed and slept with my back to him. He is strictly a night person, when he wants it he rubs his dick against my back, and I turn onto my back and he grabs my tits for a little bit while I take my panties off and let him get on and go to town until he is done. I clean him up and clean myself up and turn my back to him and go to sleep. I married him. And once in a while I get my hand down between my legs and pretend that I am still living in the apartment and it is Saturday night.
Well, as expected I said no thank you and left. After that our relationship was cool and distant, they had their parties and I went to work. I was walking back to my apartment with my laundry and I ran into her husband who walked with me and when we got to my door he said 'how about a fuck?'. I said no, pretty emphatically but he said yes just as emphatically and said that he wasn't happy with me because I had turned them down and his wife was at her sister's and he needed a good fuck so how about it.
Well no was no and he went away and I went inside and sat and cooled off. That night I heard him and his wife really going at it, she kept screaming things, he kept telling her to shut up and take it, I thought he was killing her. I hit the wall as hard as I could with my hand but the knocking around and loud talk didn't stop, and he kept saying you like don't you, shut up and take it.
The next day the wife came over and apologized but he had been without and he had gotten a little carried away and they would tone it down, but for me because as far as she was concerned she needed it and he had really dished it out the night before. And just as easy as she was talking to me about how he had dished it out to her she said how about it, you look like you could use a good fuck and anyway, we could be friends too and she leaned in and kissed me again. I backed up into my apartment and she followed and closed the door and told me that she really, really needed a girl to share her time with, having to take it all by herself like the night before, just think of what it would be like to be together all naked and sweaty and him trying to get in one way or the other. It is about the girls, it is always about the girls, so how about it?
They weren't really swingers, they were into wild things, and having a third wheel in between. I got involved because I lost the ability to say no and I got it both ways. For over a year we had this wild sex thing going on the weekends, probably two thirds with her and one third with him. He just wore out and would go watch TV and leave us to do what we wanted to do. Over that year I got it over the kitchen table and on the living room floor, I slept with her and I slept with him, and I slept with both of them. I swallowed and learned how to take anal sex, I learned how to kiss her and how to go down on her, I learned how to let her do all kind of things, from oils and feathers, to chocolate syrup and strawberries and whipped cream. I got my nipples pierced but I didn't get my clit pierced, I sat around naked and fixed breakfast naked, I sucked dick at the table, I fucked in the shower. But a year is a long time and after doing it all it got boring, nothing new, just the same old thing and after I moved apartments we stopped seeing each other.
My life since then became humdrum and I met a man and got married and one day I got the strawberries and whipped cream out and after shaving and preparing him some strawberry shortcake to munch on he called me a freak and what was I doing? What the hell is wrong with you!. I put the strawberries and whipped cream away, cleaned myself up and went to bed and slept with my back to him. He is strictly a night person, when he wants it he rubs his dick against my back, and I turn onto my back and he grabs my tits for a little bit while I take my panties off and let him get on and go to town until he is done. I clean him up and clean myself up and turn my back to him and go to sleep. I married him. And once in a while I get my hand down between my legs and pretend that I am still living in the apartment and it is Saturday night.
